Reagan's Education

Batard loved the dual aspects of this gorgeous young coed’s nature. On one hand Reagan was a very in charge young lady, very capable, and a take charge individual. On the other hand, this stunning young beauty had darker, more basic needs. The need to be released from being in charge, to be dominated, to be allowed to just enjoy with no responsibility for what happened.

He could see the struggle in the young girl’s eyes as she struggled to understand those conflicting needs. Why she seemed to be so drawn to Batard, yet at the end of the day, he was still her professor, and while the risk of it all made her wet just thinking about it, she couldn’t push the possible consequences away. As Regan drew her legs up onto the couch she admitted, “I don’t know. I don’t know all that… stuff. I know that I like how you make me feel,”

Regan crawled onto the lap of the professor. She carefully straddled him with a slight grind against his crotch. “I don’t know if I want… formalities or titles or anything solid like that.”

Batard smiled up into her smoldering eyes. “Formalities or titles are just words Reagan and they are only an out ward sign of what you feel, of what you want, what you desire. His lips brushed hers in a darkly sensual kiss.

Then Reagan brushed her lips up his jawline, then began to kiss down his neck. “I just know I love being your little secret. I want you to think of me when you have a rough day, sneak over, and take your frustration out by fucking me.”

I would love having you as my Little Secret and take my frustration out by fucking you and giving that firm little ass of yours a hard spanking.”

“Now show me what a good and pleasing girl you are Reagan.” Then almost as an after thought Batard added “And if you are very pleasing Reagan perhaps I shall give you a nice erotic spanking.
 
With her eyes firmly on the professor, Reagan withdrew from his torso and slowly slid down his body and onto the floor, her hands trailing the sides of his body in an insufferable speed. The rest of her movements followed suit: the kneeling before him on the ground, the way she spread his legs open, and the way she once more undid his slacks and reached for his length. Not once did she break eye contact.

She gave him a few strokes with her right hand, using the left to push hair out of her face. Once out of the way, she took the head of his cock inside her pursed lips, sucking on it no differently than one would lick an ice cream cone. Her hand hadn’t stopped as she did, nor when she began to hum against the tip.

“What would you like, Professor?” Reagan asked, spreading the saliva she had gathered at the tip up and down his dick.
 
Reagan’s moments were slow and sensually seductive as she slid from his lap. Then kneeling before him her hands on his knees, she spread his legs open, and the way she once more undid his slacks and reached for his length. Not once did she break eye contact with the professor.

Reagan gave him a few strokes with her right hand, using the left to sensually push her hair out of her face. A low sensual moan and rumbled from deep in his chest as the gorgeous young girl “O” lips closed around the tip of his cock. The naughty young coed sucked his cock her tongue liking him like a naught young girl liked an ice cream cone. “Damn but she was pleasing and a very talented young lady.!”

“What would you like, Professor?” Reagan asked, spreading the saliva she had gathered at the tip up and down his dick. “Show me what a delightful little cock sucker you can be Reagan……then you can deep throat me.”

Batard did not use a term of endearment as Reagan said she wanted no formalities or titles or anything solid like that.

“Reagan I wish to also clamp your nipples.”

He added his suggestion, knowing that this ravishing young beauty had a dark liking for pain, a very submissive nature, and he loved feeding her need to be dominated and forced.

“Yes I like the idea of you being my little secret, and I do so enjoy fucking you Regan, as you please me sexually.”

He knew he was encouraging her and pressing Regan’s boundaries.
 
Warming up to the explicitness, she began to take inch by inch into her mouth. She couldn’t possibly take all of him at once, but she began a dreadfully slow pace. Her head went up and her tongue trailed against his cock in the journey, accompanied by the soft purse of her lips around him. Her head went down and it was much of the same, with more of her spit making his member gleam.

Her gaze still looking up at the professor, Reagan’s fingers continued taking care of what was yet to reach her mouth, her left hand stroking while the right found and massaged his sack. She moaned as if she was consuming a delicious meal.

After her repeated head bobbing, she began to take more of him in his mouth. Her hands let go of him and instead found her nipples, teasing them lightly until she pinched them. The pain was sharp, and her squeal rang inside her mouth. Already having been hard from the whole ordeal, her hard tips were much more sensitive to the pain. She tugged at them while she kept sucking the professor off.
 
“Reagan I wish to also clamp your nipples.” He added his suggestion, knowing that this ravishing young beauty had a dark liking for pain, a very submissive nature, and he loved feeding her need to be dominated and forced.

“Yes I like the idea of you being my little secret, and I do so enjoy fucking you Regan, as you please me sexually.” He knew he was encouraging her and pressing Regan’s boundaries.

The professor let the temptation of clamping the young coed’s nipples and the delicious pain it would bring to Raegan hang between them. He was pleased when the young beauty knelt between his legs and began to please him orally. He watched as her pretty little head bobbed up and down as she sensually took him deeper into her sweet mouth inch by inch until she was deep throating the professor.

While her mouth and tight throat where bringing him unimagined pleasure her hands were not idle as she massaged his balls. Yet Raegan needed more, much more as her fingers found her nipples as she tugged, pulled, and pinched her nipples until she screamed with the pain her own fingers brought her.

The professor loved the vibrations that her screams brought as she sucked him off. Batard knew she needed more pain, his fingers entwined in her hair twisting it tighter and tighter until pain laced through her scalp, he twisted her hair until tears trickled down her flawless cheeks. “Shall I clamp your nipples………and your clit now Miss.”

It was not so much a question as a statement of fact. He waited for the young coed to give voice to her darkest needs.
 
Reagan pulled her head back upright, leaving the professor’s cock gleaming with her saliva. A trail of spit connected from his head to her lip as she withdrew, which eventually fell again the professor. Her right hand returned to rubbing his length time and time again, her thirsty expression working as confirmation that she was there to service him.

Finally letting him go, she got back on her feet and took a seat on the sofa, making her body available to the man.
 
Batard had to admit that Reagan was a very accomplished little cock sucker. She had sucked his cock and used her hand to bring him to the edge of ecstasy. The young coed sat back on her heels. She gazed up into the professors eyes, her thirsty expression working as confirmation that she was there to service him.

Reagan slowly rose from her knees to come sit by him on the sofa, making her body available to the man. Batard knew she wanted no special terms of endearment, that she definitely got off on pain and had a very submissive nature and a hungering need for sexual fulfillment. ”Lay back and spread your legs for me Miss Taylor as I wish to fuck you.”

He pushed her back so she was laying on the sofa, slipped between her lily white thighs and fucked her hard and fast. He longed to hear her scream out her orgasm as she came before he filled her tight little cunt whit his white hot cum. As Batard fucked Reagan he slapped her breasts.

When he had cum, “If you ever change your mind Miss Taylor your rooms at the college are just next to mine with a connecting door…………..that is if you can stand being fucked several times a day Miss Taylor.” He paused and as he was getting dressed leaving the gorgeous coed naked on the sofa, “Or you can stay here and be my dirty little secret.”
 
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